Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.